The kingpin's obsession: Lena

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LENA

Finally, the not so anticipated dinner party with this mysterious figure finally came and for some reason I felt anxious. An nagging voice at the back of my mind kept telling me not to go to this dinner party, but I already gave my word to my husband that I would support him no matter what happens, I intend to keep that promise.

I gently smoothened down the sides of the elegant emerald green dress Vincenzo gave me, he said it was a gift from Ms.Bianchi and it was absolutely breathtaking. It clung to my body like a perfect fit. The bodice dipped low in a daring sweetheart neckline, framed by the thinnest of straps that seemed almost too delicate to hold, it had a structured corset that wasn’t too tight, but enough to give my body that snatched look. The velvet shimmered faintly with every shift of the light and it was smooth to the touch. The skirt spilled down straight to the floor, but it had a slit on the side that stopped at my thigh that revealed the length of my leg. I think this dress was designed to tempt men, and judging from how close the old seamstress was with Vincenzo, I know for a fact that this dress was meant to pick his interest.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I thought about it now. Vincenzo would definitely loose his s**t if he saw me in this. Ever since we got that invitation three days ago, he’s been phoning home back to back, I almost felt bad for him, but then again, this was the life he grew up with. It’s definitely going to take some getting used too for me though.

Just as I was about done packing my hair up in a loose, romantic bun, with a few strands tumbling down, I heard Vincenzo’s commanding voice draw near the bedroom.

“Fai trovare la macchina pronta tra dieci minuti .” (Have the car ready in ten minutes.) was the last thing he said to his security detail before he pushed the door open and ended the call. I turned around just in time to catch the star struck look in his eyes. “Well?” I asked with a goofy smile as I twirled in my heels, showing off the beautiful dress.

He took a sharp in take of breath before exhaling it out through his nose as he marched towards me like a man on a mission. When he was close, he opened his arms and hugged me, tugging me closer to him by the waist.

“Si bellissima.” (You look beautiful).Vincenzo muttered and I giggled.

“E tu sei bellissimo” (And you look handsome.) I replied in Italian and he pulled back from the hug with exactly the kind of expression I was hoping to see. Shock.

Yes, I’ve been learning how to speak Italian secretly. I still don’t know much, but Dualingo has been great help, even if it can get scary sometimes when I miss my streak.

“You’ve been learning Italian?” he asked, a smug smirk was hanging of the corners of his lips and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Si,” I nodded. “Pardon my prononciations”

“No, it’s perfect.” he said as he kissed me on the cheek. “But why didn’t you tell me you wanted to learn Italian, I would have taught you myself.”

vincenzo makes the cutest pout ever when I don’t ask him for help directly.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” I returned his kiss by pecking him on the lips but he took over. It was short, but full of passion.

“Speaking of surprises.”

He let go of me and walked over to the walk in closest. I wasn’t kidding about him being handsome, especially tonight, there was just something that had me biting my lips whenever I looked at him. He had on a nice black Armani suit with a silk waist coat underneath. Inside it he was wearing a forest green shirt that not so coincidentally matched my dress, and as per usual, his collar was spread and the first few buttons were opened to allow a peek at the tanned tattooed skin underneath. What a slut.

Few seconds later he was out of the closest, hands behind his back. This peeked my curiosity as I stretched my neck hoping to catch a glimpse of what he was hiding out of sight.

“You’re going to hurt you neck if you keep that up.” he said dryly and I shrugged.

“What are you hiding then?”

“Hiding?” he c****d one of his thick brows up in a amusement as he finally stopped in front of me. Even in my heels I had to crane my neck up to meet his gaze.

Vincenzo’s gaze softened a bit,a slow smile tugging at his lips as he revealed the pretties bouquet of daisies I’d ever seen.

“Daises, you remembered.” I muttered softly, still stunned as he handed me the bouquet of which I collected glad.

“Of course I did, happy birthday my love.” vincenzo whispered the words softly as he revealed his second gift. A black velvet box with a silver bow on it.

For a second, I just stood there holding the bouquet as if I forgot how to speak. Daisies. Of all things, he remembered. I wasn’t sure why, but I had somehow convinced myself that Vincenzo would be too busy with the tension of keeping me safe with Milano showing interest in us for him to even notice the date, let alone go through the trouble of getting me anything.

“Vince…” My voice came out softer than I intended as I looked him in the eye. I saw nothing but love and admiration in those eyes.

He only gave me that slow smile, the kind that didn’t always reach his eyes, the kind that he reserved only for me despite how dangerous he looked everywhere else. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he handed me the velvet box.

I blinked, looking between him and the bow. “You didn’t have to…”

“Silly girl, what are you even talking about.” he huffed. “Now, open it,” he said simply.

My fingers brushed over the soft material and I instantly felt excitement bubble at my depths. A giddy smile spreading on my lips as I undid the bow and lifted the lid.

A soft gasp left my lips when I saw what was in it. I looked at vincenzo so see if he was playing with me, but he wasn’t.